Delilah Devlin - My Immortal Knight 03 (4 page)

His face darkened. “Professor, I frightened you. And
while I’m no Eagle Scout, I prefer my women crying
after
I’ve taken
them. Not before.” He held up his hands and retreated further away. “Stop
crying. I won’t touch you.”

She scraped at the tears she hadn’t even realized were
there. His offer came too late. She’d die if she didn’t have him, now. Her
hands shook as they went to the belt at her waist and she untied it, letting
the sides of her robe part.

Still, he resisted, shaking his head. But she could
see the heat flare in his cheeks, see the rise and fall of his chest as his
breaths grew shorter. He was as ensnared as she was by her need to mate.

A shrug of her shoulders, and the robe puddled at her
feet. She stared at it, feeling as though another woman, a wanton woman, had
stepped into her skin. Then she raised her head to eye him warily.

His beautiful dark eyes narrowed. Like a panther, his
nostrils flared and he inhaled, his gaze sharpening when he caught her scent.

Lily raised the stakes and lifted her hair from one
shoulder, baring the side of her neck. “Whatever kink you want to explore is
fine with me,” she said, not recognizing her husky voice, “so long as you fuck
me, now.” She dared another glance and saw his jaw clench. Stubborn man. “What
were you doing out there on my balcony?” she goaded him. “Were you watching me?
Did you like what you saw?”

“Yes,” he replied, his voice tight and grating. “I
jerked myself off watching you fuck yourself.”

Her gaze fell to his groin. His cock bulged against
the front of his jeans.

She lifted an eyebrow. “Doesn’t look like it to me.”

“I recover fast.”

“So do I,” she whispered. She raised her hands to her
breasts and lifted them, offering them for his enjoyment.

“I’m trying real hard to do the right thing now.” He
planted his fists on his hips and glared. “You’re not helping.”

Lily liked that she’d turned the tables on him. She
was the pursuer now. Her fingers closed on her nipples and she rolled them,
plucking them to rigid attention.

His avid gaze fell to her chest, and his cock stirred
in his pants.

“Fuck me, vampire,” she said, caressing her breasts,
letting him see her rising passion.

“Shit! Just remember. I offered you an out.” He caught
the hem of his T-shirt and drew it over his head, baring his wide, brown chest.
“Well, which way do you want it?” he asked, his tone curt and driven.

She trembled beneath his heated stare. “Hmmm?” She
shook her head. She hadn’t understood a word he’d said. All that creamy, cocoa
skin and the dark hair that marked him male turned her mind into mush. Her
breasts strained against her hands.

“In your cunt, your mouth, or your ass?” He sounded
angry, which excited her all the more. Most importantly, his hands unbuckled
his belt, flicking open the button at his taut waist.

She licked her lips, staring at the widening gap that
revealed the black arrow of hair disappearing beneath his briefs. “Do I have to
choose?”

He cursed softly. “Do you want it standing or on the
bed—”

“On the bed,” she said quickly, relieved she knew one
answer. Her knees were ready to collapse.

“Then get there. Now,” his voice rasped. He shoved
down his jeans, his stark white briefs with them, and toed off his shoes,
leaving the last of his clothing in a pile on the floor.

Lily’s gaze was glued to his cock. It sprouted like an
oak from a nest of wiry black hair, thicker than her wrist, darker brown than
the skin of his belly. It was huge and heavy, the tip a plump, purple
spearhead. Her body shuddered at the thought of his enormous cock stabbing into
her cunt. She sat on the edge of the bed and scooted back, knowing she left a
moist trail on the sheet and opened her legs to show him she was more than
ready.

He approached, his cock waving between his thickly
muscled thighs. “Is this how you want it?”

“What do you prefer?” she asked, anxious for him to
get on with it.

His knees came down on the mattress between her legs
and he planted his hands on either side of her shoulders. He leaned over her,
his mouth hovering above her breast, and then he looked up at her face. “Me,
inside you. Deep as I can get.”

Lily swallowed, excitement making her mouth dry as the
desert. “Do it.”

“Jesus.” He rested his forehead on her shoulder and
released a short bark of laughter. He reared back and stared at her. “How old
are you, Professor?”

Why was he pulling away? She needed his flesh against
hers! “Twenty-eight, and dammit—it’s Lily!”

“How many lovers have you had,
Lily
?”

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. “A few.”

“Did any of them jump on you and fuck you without any
preliminaries?”

“No!”

“Then what makes you think I’ll do that?”

Her hands reached for his cock and she wrapped them
around his hot flesh, tugging him to her center. “Because I want you, now. You
can do…preliminaries later,” she said, her body rigid with need. “Fuck me! I’ll
suck you off, let you fuck every orifice I have—just
please
come inside
me, now!”

His face hardened, and he leaned over her again,
resting on his forearms. “Take me inside you, then. This has to be your choice.”

Lily guided his cock into her pussy, groaning as he
pressed past her swollen lips, his shaft sliding inside her like a knife into
butter. He was even thicker than her Magna-Cock, but she didn’t flinch. Her
inner flesh clutched him, drawing him deeper. But he kept coming.

He groaned and flexed his hips, driving deeper. She
lifted her legs to encircle his waist, not giving him any space to withdraw.
Not letting her vagina adjust to his size. She reveled in the power of his
immense cock, burying itself deep inside her body.

He flexed again, pushing deeper. His slow intrusion
was killing her by inches. When he was fully seated, Lily shuddered so strongly
she shook his body.

“Easy, baby,” he whispered, holding himself rigid
above her, sweat breaking out on his skin.

Lily shivered again and felt her vagina constrict
along his shaft. Readying itself to milk his cock.

“Christ! Hold still,” he said, desperation tinged his
voice. “I don’t want to lose it, now.”

Lily’s arms crept around his body, pulling his torso
flush with hers. “It’s okay,” she said, looking up into his straining face. “Lose
it. Take me.” She pulsed her hips to encourage him to move.

His eyes closed and he withdrew partway, his thick
shaft rubbing inside her tightly grasping vagina, and then he pushed forward,
cramming himself back inside.

Her eyes widened, and she screamed. “Now! I’m coming
now!”

Joe felt the woman come apart in his arms, trembling
like a leaf from head to foot while her tight cunt pulsed around him. She’d
come faster than a freight train.

Still, he didn’t surrender to the darkness inside him.
He had to protect her from himself. He pumped gently within her, reveling in
the sensation of the creamy flesh that clutched him like a hot glove while he drew
out her orgasm.

She wasn’t making it easy for him to restrain himself.
Her nails scraped his back and her hips pumped wildly beneath him. And the
aroma of her arousal wound around him like a natural aphrodisiac, tempting him
to let his monster loose on her.
Not yet.

When she quieted at last, Joe waited for her to come
back to awareness. He needed to see what lurked in her gaze the moment she came
to realization—to see the naked truth in her eyes. For whatever reason the
woman had been out of her mind with passion, even before he’d entered her
bedroom. However painful, he wouldn’t allow himself to take his pleasure until
he was sure of her knowing consent.

Lily moaned softly beneath him and he braced himself
on his elbows to watch as her eyelids fluttered open.

Her cheeks flooded with rosy color as she stared up at
him. “I’m afraid…”she began, and Joe’s heart sank, “…that I don’t know your
name. My research has gone beyond anonymous, don’t you think?”

He blew out a relieved breath. “It’s Joe. Joe Garcia.”
Joe felt a little embarrassed introducing himself while buried in her cunt.

Her lips stretched into a shy grin. “Bet you’ve never
had a first date quite like this one, huh?”

“This isn’t a date,” he said softly.

Her smile disappeared, and he was sorry he’d chased it
away.

“I suppose you’re wondering why I attacked you,” she
said, a little frown wrinkling her brow. “It’s kind of embarrassing.”

“More embarrassing than my leaving cum on your
balcony?” he murmured.

She wrinkled her nose. “Put that way, maybe not.” She
bit the corner of her pink mouth and looked at him, reluctance in her gaze. “I
suffer from a sexual disorder.”

“You mean, something worse than haematodipsia?” he
said with a grimace of a smile.

“You remembered?” She looked at him curiously. “Who
are you?”

“No changing the subject. You were telling me about
your
sexual disorder.” Despite his acute hard-on, he was enjoying this odd
conversation. And she was relaxing beneath him, her body adjusting to his size.
He needed her loose and cooperative before he fed.

She drew in a deep breath and her eyes filled. “I’m a
sex addict.”

He really tried not to laugh, but his belly shook,
giving him away. “I’m sorry. You think that’s a problem? From where I’m lying,
it’s a very nice affliction.”

“But you see where it led me? To sex with a man whose
name I didn’t even know!”

For some reason, her confession rankled. “Do you do
this often?”

“No! But only because I guard myself constantly. I
never get too close to a man, your scent drives me nuts. It makes me want to
rub myself all over you.”

“Me, in particular?”

“No! Well, at the moment, yes!” He grew worried when
she looked ready to cry. “The thing is, I want sex all the time. It’s like, I
walk past a barbershop pole and I wet my panties. And forget the produce
section of a grocery store—cucumbers and carrots make me shake like an
epileptic! And have you ever noticed the shape of a gearshift? I had to trade
in my car for an automatic!”

Joe found himself smiling. “How did you get through
high school with all the horny boys around you?”

“That’s just it,” she said, her brows drawing together
in confusion. “I wasn’t like that, then. I scarcely noticed boys. I was more
into my studies. My
affliction
started last fall.”

“Did you by chance suffer some sort of emotional
trauma?” he echoed the words she’d asked him during his interview.

Her body grew still. She barely breathed. Then she
nodded. “But I don’t know why it would have manifested itself this way. Why
after so many years?” she whispered.

Joe pushed her hair behind her ears, soothing her with
little touches. “Tell me.”

She shook her head. “No. It doesn’t make sense. It’s
probably a hormonal imbalance.”

Joe traced her lower lip with his thumb. Now was not
the time to tell her that just the thought of her pink mouth closing around his
cock had him gritting his teeth. “Have you seen a doctor?”

“I’m too embarrassed.” She was growing tense beneath
him, her body tightening around his shaft. “What would I say? I’m horny day and
night? I have to change my underwear several times a day?”

“Yes. That would get his attention, all right.” He
shifted his lower body, stretching his legs on either side of hers, squeezing
her thighs closed to bring her back to sensual awareness.

Her lips pouted like two plump pillows. “I’m not ready
to consult with anyone, just yet.”

“Then it looks like you need to stay in bed. Play this
thing out.” He lifted an eyebrow. “I can help.” He circled his hips, enjoying
the tug of her clamped thighs.

“You’re a bastard,” she said, spoiling the epithet
with a sexy little moan and a roll of her hips.

“Yeah. But I have the equipment you need,” he reminded
her with a slide of his cock. He dropped his voice to a purr. “And I’m the one
planted inside you.”

Her breaths came faster. “Yeah, you are.” Her face
softened with reawakened passion, glowing golden in the lamplight. “Do you
think you could kiss me?”

Never slow to help a woman in need, Joe’s head came
down. It wasn’t a tentative kiss. Their tongues met before their lips touched,
lapping, fluttering, until Joe grew impatient for a deeper penetration. He
closed his lips over hers and slid his tongue inside, swirling over the roof of
her mouth, reaching to stroke her tongue.

Lily’s mouth suctioned, pulling him deeper, a moan
rising in the back of her throat. Her fingers dug into his back, squeezing,
massaging his spine. Then slipped lower to cup his buttocks.

Joe broke the kiss and drew a deep, jagged breath. His
body trembled with the need to drive into her. “Are you sore?” he asked,
desperation making his voice tight and graveled.